:: lunchtime :: into the scribbled universe ::

... and I imagine you in leather chaps & cockring,
sweaty leather chaps & sticky cockring —
scratched black metal elevator doors so punk, cables looping down —
your sweet white ass, bending over ungraciously —
your cock spurting cum onto the floor, legs spread apart
as I whip you with your belt , the leather sound resounding.
You spurt before me & my lips tremble, wanting to receive,
yet I witness the splat upon the tiled floors —
Your beige suit flapping, brown suede shoes unscathed —
absurd eroticisme, quand ton foutre tombe par terre,
presque dérisoire — kleenex !